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Ingrid
 Posted: Jun 18 2017, 11:23 AM
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The Snow Queen/Frozen

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The rocky cove was a tiny, secluded part of the coast. The sun glittered across the waters. Ingrid tucked her legs under herself. Reaching by her side, her fingers found a rough pebble. She pulled her arm back and hurled the stone into the water, letting it plop dully into the deep.

Gerda and Helga were off in their dancing lesson. They’d been getting ready this morning. She’d helped Gerda with her shoes and debated Helga on what dress to wear - the blue or the pink. They’d decided on the pink, to contrast against Gerda. And then, all too quickly, they were ready and off they’d gone, talking about what they were going to practise for the next ball and which young son of a duke or a lord they were going to practise with. Ingrid could hear their laughter and bubbly chatter long after they disappeared around a corner, towards the hall at the heart of the castle, but she’d stayed where she was, watching out from the threshold of their shared bedroom like a mother waiting for her children to come home. In a way she almost felt like that, and not a sister at all. After all, there was no point going to a dancing lesson when she was certain she was never going to dance.

She picked up another stone. With all her strength she chucked it into the sea, her face crumpling.

It was too dangerous, she'd explained to her sisters for what felt like the hundredth time. She'd slip up - she'd hurt someone - she'd show her magic. It wasn't worth the risk. Nothing was, not even a ball; the first ball the girls had ever been invited to. Not even her sisters could stop it, she'd had to explain. It was involuntary. It suddenly happened. It wasn't under her control, she'd had to additionally say to Gerda, who didn't know what 'involuntary' meant. And what if she hurt someone? What if someone learnt of her magic? Not even their parents knew. It would be a scandal, and then she'd be called a monster. Ingrid's gaze slipped over to the yellow ribbon tied on her wrist. With all that she'd said to her sisters, she didn't have the heart to say that she wasn't sure, deep in her heart, whether the ribbons worked.

So she wasn't going to any ball and didn't have to practise to dance. The summer sun in Arendelle was always weak. It wasn't ever truly warm, the kind that seemed to occur overseas. Ingrid had only ever seen that kind of heat in picture books, with illustrations of a bright burning sun that never seemed to match up to the weak sunlight they got here. It was never as warm as Agrabah, and Ingrid knew that because they didn't have camels here. All Arendelle had was reindeer and owls and snow foxes. But it was still home, and a sunny day was still a sunny day. It was too warm to be indoors. Maybe it was Ingrid's imagination, but she felt since her discovery of her powers she had found it harder and harder to bear even the mildly warm temperatures of Arendelle.

Maybe if she sat in the sun for long enough her powers would disappear.

She was reaching for another stone to vent her frustrations with when she saw something funny in the water, something catching her eye. There was some sort of spark, light dancing off something. What? She squinted, scrambling towards the water and peering across curiously. Maybe it was the light hitting a seal’s back - the flap of a flipper, maybe. Despite her sadness, the idea of seeing a seal galvanised her and she looked even more closely.

There! There was another spark and now she was looking out for it she could see it more clearly. It was some scales - a fin, or a tail! But her forehead creased. That wasn't a seal. That wasn't even a fish. That fin had to be bigger than any animal she'd ever seen - her eyes widened. "Aaa!" With a sharp cry she darted backwards, struggling to get away. But in her panic she slipped on a piece of uneven ground, part of the slope from the rocks to the sea. On impulse she stretched out her arm to save herself and already she could feel the pull of magic, that spark of blue appearing out of her fingertips -

Suddenly a wave of ice crackled over the sea, immediately from where she sat. With a great crackling noise a line of ice was cast over the water in a sweeping arc, inpenetrable walls sealing off the cove from the outside world. In a few seconds it had isolated the cove utterly. Ingrid could only watch in horror, staring out at what she had created. "No no no..." Her hand shook as she lifted it to her mouth. "What have I done?"

ADD.: Ariel | WORDS: 835 | NOTES: FUN FACT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT AGE INGRID SHOULD BE AT THIS POINT WHY IS THE CANON SO CONFUSING

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Ariel
 Posted: Jul 25 2017, 06:51 AM
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The Little Mermaid

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Notes: It's ok. The canon is kind of confusing, I don't know how old Ariel is either, but, I made her a teenager age.
Ariel was sitting on a rock by her palace in Atlantica, just listening to the sound of the sea life for a moment. She had only just turned 15, and, she wasn't sure what exactly she wanted to do right now. She just wanted to see more of the world, outside of these ocean walls. But, she didn't know how she was supposed to do it. Being the youngest of seven children, made it harder to escape. Since everyone was overprotective of her. She just leant backwards against the rock, as she kept the tail stretched out next to her on the rocks.

Her sisters had been doing their own things all morning, and, honestly it made things a bit boring for her in the long run. Since no-one really invited her to go with her. Being 15, she missed out on a lot of the royal things, so it did make her a slight bit jealous when she heard one of her sisters either talking about it, or having it being hosted for them in celebration. Her sisters and father had told her that in a few years she would get to go to celebrations too, but, for right now she was stuck being alone when their celebrations or things were being held.

Running her fingers through her hair, Ariel let out a soft sigh. If they could do stuff without her, then she could do stuff without her sisters. Ariel moved her body off of the rocks, and, looked around for a moment. Ariel smiled and waved at Flounder and Sebastian as she saw them coming towards her. They were her two best friends, and, the ones that watched her when her father and sisters were unavailable. Like now for instance.

Ariel couldn't handle this right now, she was going to see her first sense of the worlds away from this water, and, this land. Ariel swam away from everyone else, making sure that no-one is out of sight, so that no-one could stop her. Before she made her way through the water.

She wasn't sure how exactly these worked.

Ariel just kept swimming as fast as she could, hoping that these portals would be easier to figure out then she thought they would be. As she continued to swim forward, Ariel was surprised when she just felt a sudden flash of something over herself, and, she stopped after she felt that, deciding to surface. To figure out where exactly she actually was.

This place, whatever it was, was pretty, and, it certainly wasn't Atlantica. Ariel examined it, as she wondered about where exactly she had ended up. Ariel looked around, hoping to find someone, anyone who could give her an idea of where she was. Or at least someone to talk to. Ariel kept looking around, and, soon noticed something strange about the water around her. What? How was it becoming ice?

Ariel started to panic, and, now she was wondering what she was supposed to do. She continued to swim, before going underneath to see if she could go out the same way she had gotten herself in. Noticing there was no way out, Ariel let out a panicked sound, as she let out a soft cry. “What? What's going on?”

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Ingrid
 Posted: Jul 28 2017, 07:54 AM
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The Snow Queen/Frozen

Arendelle

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Ingrid just stared out blindly to the ring of ice surrounding the cove. Moments ago this had been free moving ocean heading out to sea - now, as if in an great arc, it cut off the water and held it all in like a giant fishing net. It was like barriers had been placed from the unseen hand of a god and just deposited there. Ingrid looked down at herself, her eyes widening. Her hand.

She was shaking. "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no..." she repeated the same words until they were no longer words at all, just sounds escaping her as her insides became pure liquid. She'd done this. All of this. Could she reverse it? She extended her arms like she had before, like how she had always instinctively channeled the magic - not intentionally, just self preservation taking over. But no matter how hard she scrunched her eyes up tight it wouldn't work. The more she tried she weaker the magic got, until it appeared to lay latent in her veins once again.

It was her worst nightmare. Finally, it had come to pass. She’d made something she couldn’t for the life of her reverse.

She tried extending out her arms again and again as if trying to mime the action, but her eyes were already swelling with tears. Images flashed in front of her. This little rocky beach was secluded off the main royal grounds, far away from any prying eyes - but someone would notice eventually. And then everyone would come and someone would find it was magic and who would they turn to? They, that unknown authority? In Ingrid's mind her guilt had to be obvious - surely they wouldn't look anywhere but her. She couldn't lie convincingly. Maybe they could sniff it out like some sort of - disease -

And what then? A witch hunt? Her sisters couldn't protect her then and nor could her royal status. Some magic was good, like the rock trolls'. But her magic - it couldn't be anything but bad. What did they do to people who had bad magic? She’d be exiled - or killed - a disgrace - a thousand bad scenarios presented themselves to her one after the other. What would happen to her? And more importantly, could she see a - a face under the water? Swirling hair?

"H - Hello?" Her mouth dropped open. Oh my god. There was someone in there. Someone stuck! "Hello?! Up here!" Ingrid leant into the water as far as she dared, extending a hand. The shape looked too far down and too far across to possibly reach, though, and the young princess's eyes clouded with confusion. How had she possibly - but it didn't matter. She had to be in trouble. She looked around her as if looking for help but there was no one else around, no servant to come and do this for her.

She had to go in.

Her dress wasn't made for wading but she went in as deep as she could. The water was cold, colder than it looked, and her teeth chattered as she tried to reach out her hand. "O-over here!" She couldn't swim that well - she'd never been taught how, only to stay away from the ice. She went in as deep as she dared. Had that been her? Had she caught some swimmer, who was just unlucky and caught up in her accident? This was the first time, apart from with her sisters, that anyone else had been included in one of her slip-ups. She had to save them from herself.

ADD.: [Ariel | WORDS: 606 | NOTES: JUST IMAGINE INGRID A LITTLE OLDER?

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